Who are you? (for whatever combination of ocs you want :) )
(@Candron because why not!)
SEND “WHO ARE YOU?” AND MY MUSE WILL REPLY WITH ONE OF THE FOLLOWING
#33
Blakk stepped into the darkened, cavernous warehouse with confident strides, dress shoes clicking smartly in the open space and black satin suit merging him with the shadows. He stopped several paces away from the man cuffed to the chair. A single, flickering light illuminated the circle of individuals, but not much else. Setting his briefcase down, he regarded the other men.
One of them stepped forward. The Jedi, Uffle, Blakk guessed, from appearance - robed armor rather plain, but speaking of at least moderate battle experience. According to Blakk’s intel, he was not strictly leading, or even representing, the Balmorran resistance cell, but acting as mediator … in theory.
“Who are you?” the brown-haired man demanded.
Blakk calmly straightened his gloves, tugging on the cuffs, and surreptitiously arming the detonator hidden in the briefcase. He flicked his deep blue gaze upward to eye the Jedi, uneasy at his presence, but refusing to show it.
“Tonight, hostage negotiator, acting on behalf of the Empire. I have the payment. Release the hostage and we’ll call it a deal.”
In truth, the hostage was expendable. As long as they accepted the briefcase and delivered it to the cell leader, Blakk’s mission would be a success. There were many ways this could play out, but none of them involved Blakk returning with his package.
(Bonus insight into Blakk’s wardrobe. ;)
